Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement

Chapter 390 390: Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [390]

"Maruzen-dono! Maruzen-dono! Maruzen-dono!"

"Maruzen-dono's husband! Maruzen-dono's husband! Maruzen-dono's husband!"

Neon lights flashed, and aside from a certain pair of Student Council Umamusume, everyone in the crowd was cheering Maruzensky's and Mizuno's names at the top of their lungs.

"Uh, this is..." Ignoring the fact that what they were calling him made him squirm a little, Mizuno was somewhat surprised by the audience's enthusiasm.

He had thought that after ending Jei Chou's Triple Crown path, the audience would call him a black assassin or a villain or something. But from the look of things, no one seemed dissatisfied with his victory.

Then again, that made sense. His ride was a street-racer wheelchair, after all.

Everyone might feel a bit disappointed that they had not gotten to see Jei Chou accomplish the grand feat of three consecutive championships tonight, but watching a disabled man drive a wheelchair and overtake every other competitor was worth the ticket price too!

Come on, did no one else think it was incredibly cool to beat sports cars with a street-racer wheelchair?!

Besides, Mizuno's teammate was Maruzensky, the former number one. So in the eyes of the audience, tonight's race was simply Maruzen-dono bringing her handsome boyfriend along to reclaim the glory she had lost. The old king returning to the throne was only natural. Of course they would not find Jei Chou's defeat unacceptable.

"Now, may the two racers from Team No. 4 come up to the stage to receive their prize!" The announcer stood beside the podium, holding two pink tickets of some unknown sort as he called Mizuno and Maruzensky over.

"Uh..." Mizuno lowered his head and looked at the wheelchair parts scattered all around him. He propped up his chin and began thinking about what he should do next.

Now that his wheelchair was broken and he had lost his mobility aid, getting over there might be very troublesome.

But honestly, even if the wheelchair had not broken, Mizuno did not want to go receive the prize.

After all, he had not entered tonight's race for the prize. Going on stage meant nothing to him, and he would even have to give some victory speech.

More importantly, Symboli Rudolf, who had seen his true face just now, was still an unstable bomb!

Although Symboli Rudolf was currently staying obediently in the spectator stands without making any moves, Mizuno knew she was only waiting for him to finish everything.

Mizuno did not know how dangerous Symboli Rudolf would become after being affected by Uma Mint. He could only compare her to Gold Ship's specific behavior after seeing his true face for the first time.

Eating and drinking together, living and sleeping together, reporting whenever he went out, hugging whenever he came back, and not being allowed out of sight for more than five minutes even when he went to bathe...

If Broshi did that, Mizuno actually felt it would be fine. They were brothers, after all. But if Symboli Rudolf did it instead, Mizuno felt it would be weird, like being unlawfully imprisoned.

So compared with going to receive the prize, Mizuno actually wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.

Maruzensky, in his arms, did not know what Mizuno was thinking. Seeing him lower his head, she assumed Mizuno was troubled over how to move now that he had no wheelchair.

"I'll carry you." Maruzensky smiled, reluctantly climbed down from Mizuno's arms, then held a hand out to him. Her pupils shifted faintly, as if she was planning something.

"No need. I can walk by myself." Mizuno shook his head, refusing Maruzensky's suggestion.

Because generally speaking, in Umamusume customs, letting someone ride on one's back was an extremely sensitive act. Other than family, same-sex friends, the elderly, the young, the weak, the disabled, or people in urgent need of help, Umamusume basically would not allow an unrelated person of the opposite sex around their own age to climb onto their back.

Once you successfully rode on her back, it meant either you had already become her family, or she wanted you to become family.

In Tracen history, many veteran Trainers had not understood this point. For convenience while traveling, they had carelessly ridden on their own Umamusume, only for that Umamusume to take it as the Trainer accepting their feelings, then carry the Trainer straight to the marriage registration office.

So unless it was necessary, if you did not want to form a deeper relationship with an Umamusume, you absolutely must not ride on her back!

Although Mizuno was indeed a disabled person in need of help right now, his inner pride made him prefer relying on his own hands to do what he needed to do, and what he wanted to do.

Disabled in body, unbroken in spirit! That was his dignity as a human!

"Go go! Mizuno! Go!" Mizuno supported himself against the ground with his arms and, imitating a certain anime protagonist, inched forward little by little.

But he had only crawled about two steps before he suddenly felt his body leave the ground. Maruzensky had scooped him into her arms in a princess carry.

"Huh?!" Mizuno was shocked. He had never expected Maruzensky to dare do this in public. This was completely different from the little socially anxious girl who had only dared to hide inside a cardboard box and whimper earlier!

"Wait! No!" Mizuno's expression shook, and he finally remembered what he had come to participate in tonight's race for.

Wasn't it to satisfy Maruzensky's wish and pull her out of the pain of shutting herself away?

Now that Mizuno and Maruzensky had won the championship together, and her personality was no longer as timid as before, did that not mean Maruzensky's wish had already been satisfied—and that his legs, disabled because of his mutual destruction with Misfortune, could now walk again?!

So Mizuno hurriedly tried to sense his lower body. To his surprise, he discovered that although his thighs were still somewhat limp and unable to exert strength, a faint tingling sensation was coming from them, as if his damaged muscles had broken through the shackles of misfortune and were repairing themselves on their own.

"Maruzensky, put me down. I think I can walk by myself!" Mizuno said joyfully, his eyes full of hope.

Now he finally would not have to sit in a wheelchair anymore and get pushed around like a toy by a bunch of little girls!

But the moment he said it, Maruzensky shook her head and refused without the slightest hesitation.

"No."

"?" Mizuno did not understand. He thought Maruzensky did not believe him. After all, the idea that winning a championship would cure his disability did sound rather unbelievable.

"I'm really not lying. My legs are already better."

"Still no." Maruzensky brought her face closer and smiled gently. "Even if you really can walk, I'm not putting you down."

"Why?"

"Because this is more convenient."

"Convenient? Mm!"

Just as Mizuno was wondering what Maruzensky meant, a sweet fragrance suddenly filled his nose, and his lips were sealed by a sweet, damp sensation.

Under everyone's eyes, even under the gaze of those two familiar Umamusume, Maruzensky lowered her head and pressed her first kiss onto this guy's tongue.

Just like her running style on the track, when it came to deciding her own feelings, Maruzensky had chosen a Runaway that put her ahead of every rival first.

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T/N: oh boy time to get another wheelchair, i have a feeling you wont be able to walk again soon......